Hymns for Mothers and Children, المجلد 1Walker, Wise, 1861 - 287 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 38
... banks , Clad but in green , Where , in the days agone , Bright hues were seen . Wild pinks are slumbering , Violets delay ; LITTLE DANDELION . True little Dandelion Greeteth the May . Hymns for Young Children LITTLE DANDELION.
... banks , Clad but in green , Where , in the days agone , Bright hues were seen . Wild pinks are slumbering , Violets delay ; LITTLE DANDELION . True little Dandelion Greeteth the May . Hymns for Young Children LITTLE DANDELION.
الصفحة 40
... green . Yet we love the lily well , For its sweet and pleasant smell ; And would rather call it ours , Than many other gayer flowers ; Pretty lilies seem to be Emblems of humility . Come , my love , and do not spurn From a little flower ...
... green . Yet we love the lily well , For its sweet and pleasant smell ; And would rather call it ours , Than many other gayer flowers ; Pretty lilies seem to be Emblems of humility . Come , my love , and do not spurn From a little flower ...
الصفحة 51
... green dress all round . Might I but have my wish once more , 51 I would have of those good green leaves good store . " 52 THE LITTLE TREE , ETC. Again asleep is the.
... green dress all round . Might I but have my wish once more , 51 I would have of those good green leaves good store . " 52 THE LITTLE TREE , ETC. Again asleep is the.
الصفحة 52
... green leaves fair to see , He laughs outright ; And says : " I am now all nicely drest , Nor need be ashamed before the rest . ” And now , with udders full , Forth a wild she - goat sprung , Seeking for herbs to pull , To feed her young ...
... green leaves fair to see , He laughs outright ; And says : " I am now all nicely drest , Nor need be ashamed before the rest . ” And now , with udders full , Forth a wild she - goat sprung , Seeking for herbs to pull , To feed her young ...
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... green , Which bore the best baldwins that ever were seen , So juicy , and mellow , and red ; And when they were ripe , as old Johnny was poor , He sold them to children that passed by his door To buy him a morsel of bread . Little Dick ...
... green , Which bore the best baldwins that ever were seen , So juicy , and mellow , and red ; And when they were ripe , as old Johnny was poor , He sold them to children that passed by his door To buy him a morsel of bread . Little Dick ...
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ALEXANDER SMART angels bairns BAREFOOT BOY beautiful beneath bird bless Bob-o'-link breath bright CAVE OF ADULLAM CHARLES LAMB chee Christ clouds cold creeping everywhere danced with grace dark dear doth earth eyes Father fear feet flowers fly away home folded FOLLEN friends gentle give glad grace green Gretchen hands happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven Heaven's gate heavenly holy HYMN JACK FROST JANE TAYLOR Jesus kind kiss Lady Moon lambs leaves light Little Bell little child little children little Dandelion little tree live look Lord MARY HOWITT MARY LAMB merry morning mother nest never night o'er Oak-tree play poor praise pray prayer Robert of Lincoln round Saviour Shepherd of Israel shining sing sleep smile snow song soul speak stars sunshine sweet tell thee There's thine things thou thought unto wake watch weary wings word wouldst YEAR'S EVE
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الصفحة 265 - THE shades of night were falling fast, As through an Alpine village passed A youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ice, A banner with the strange device, Excelsior! His brow was sad; his eye beneath, Flashed like a falchion from its sheath, And like a silver clarion rung The accents of that unknown tongue, Excelsior...
الصفحة 72 - THERE is a book, who runs may read, Which heavenly truth imparts, And all the lore its scholars need, Pure eyes and Christian hearts. The works of God above, below, Within us and around, Are pages in that book, to show How God Himself is found.
الصفحة 278 - In that great cloister's stillness and seclusion, By guardian angels led, Safe from temptation, safe from sin's pollution, She lives, whom we call dead. Day after day we think what she is doing In those bright realms of air ; Year after year, her tender steps pursuing, Behold her grown more fair. Thus do we walk with her, and keep unbroken The bond which nature gives, Thinking that our remembrance, though unspoken, May reach her where she lives.
الصفحة 266 - In happy homes he saw the light Of household fires gleam warm and bright; Above, the spectral glaciers shone, And from his lips escaped a groan, Excelsior! "Try not the pass!
الصفحة 227 - CHARACTER OF A HAPPY LIFE How happy is he born and taught That serveth not another's will; Whose armor is his honest thought, And simple truth his utmost skill!
الصفحة 276 - THERE is no flock, however watched and tended, But one dead lamb is there ! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair ! The air is full of farewells to the dying, And mournings for the dead...
الصفحة 266 - and rest Thy weary head upon this breast ! " A tear stood in his bright blue eye, But still he answered, with a sigh, Excelsior ! " Beware the pine-tree's withered branch ! Beware the awful avalanche...
الصفحة 184 - Lo ! such the child whose early feet The paths of peace have trod ; Whose secret heart, with influence sweet, Is upward drawn to God...
الصفحة 184 - SWEET Day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue angry and brave Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet Spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My Music shows ye have your closes, And all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like...
الصفحة 197 - And saw within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold. Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the presence in the room he said, "What writest thou?" The vision raised its head, And with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord." "And is mine one?" said Abou. "Nay, not so,